T-Mix - Comin' Up lyrics

[Verse 1: 8Ball] A hot day in August, 1991 Me and MJ walkin', talkin' in the hot sun OTS was home then, Listen To The Lyrics Me and MJ made the sh** 101 played the sh** Sellin' tapes straight from my hand to your hand Pump didn't give us none So we had to take them Make him respect a n***a, check the n***a constantly Busta, where my cheese at? Before I have to get the gat Every record store and stereo supply shop Sellin' me, but I'm not collectin' a salary What else to do except say f** this whole rap sh** Find a hustle in the streets and try to flip sh** All in the next n***a hood slangin' packs on the bus People askin' me, "Mane, don't you rap?" No shame, had to get to A to B to make the C-H-Double-E-S-E Comin' up [Verse 2: MJG] 1992, stackin' dues, not royalties Cause we was told they was used for utilities Not one single dime, not one check And we was here from the whole business aspect A lot of fame came with some decent record sales But at the same time, we was catchin' plenty hell Cause we could tell that the record deal was goin' sour But over everything we did, he had full power With no money in my hands, only fans Stayin' true, takin' stance helped me to pursue my fans Pen and paper I kept keepin' Reefer chiefin' Beepers wasn't beepin' Money we was needin' Me and 'Ball constantly havin' arguments with our manager Tryin' to damage a Good career, fool, is amateur Damn it's a, cryin' shame To take too much 8Ball & MJG broke free For the come up [Verse 3: 8Ball] 9:30 in the morning, me and MJ on the phone 8 o'clock the same day, we was outta here and gone T-Money and JB set the tickets up, we picked 'em up Hit the studio, ready to make the megabucks Seein' kis and Gs, and hangin' with the hustlers Real n***as with Glocks, eliminatin' bustas In the process, we made Comin' Out Hard That's when my real n***a J went behind bars Every day flyin' state to state, the sh** was great Eatin' steak and lobster like motherf**in' mobsters Mettin' women that I'll probably never meet again Smilin' faces, on the outside, looking' in [MJG] I'm on the outside, lookin' in I coulda been another one take Mystery that went with history, just like a trend Then, I would lose all hope, if I don't shout But it's too many players in my motherf**in' court Prepare to blow the f** outta the rap game Cause we ain't, droppin' vocals soundin' like the next mane Watchin' out for new friends, hangin' out with true friends Splurgin' with some loose ends, ridin' in a new Benz 1995, pure dope, uncut, super nuts Much hard from the start, from the hips, out the gut Much sk**s, I'ma flex on the next tape Showin' off, ain't no way in hell I'ma fail While I'm comin' up